Eyes of Glass

Eyes of glass
And strengths of Babylon
The writing has always been on the wall
The perverse language of the poor
The poor that pour
Their hearts…out for the kindness of strangers
I hope that in time
Thick and thin
I will one day witness this respect
That crawls from between the eyes
Scratching at the lens
And tearing the corneas
The robes of linen at her feet
Count the blessings of the sheets
That wrapped in the middle of the night
Around her naked calf
Cuddling her ankle in sweet absolute surrender
But the eyes slept that night
And missed the sweet beat
Of the marching band as it marched up the street.